Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Qiqi soon walked in with the two other children. Huang Yuanrui followed her slowly upstairs and watched her enter Class 4, Grade 1. At the same time, she overheard Zhang Qiong’s daughter’s name from the other children: Siqi.

Huang Yuanrui continued to stroll leisurely around the teaching building’s corridors for another couple of laps. As soon as the class bell rang, she pushed open the door to a teachers’ office.

There were small teachers’ offices and large ones. She deliberately chose a large one.

A big office meant lots of teachers, and there would always be a few who had left their desks to go teach.

She casually picked an empty seat with a messy desktop and sat down, set the book in her hand aside, glanced at the teacher ID badge on the desk, then began sorting through the materials on top.

A young teacher sitting at the neighboring desk looked at her twice and asked, “Excuse me, you are…?”

Huang Yuanrui adjusted her glasses and smiled at the young teacher. “Hello, teacher. I’m a new intern from the Academic Affairs Office. You can call me Xiao Chen. Teacher Cao asked me to help him grade assignments.”

The young teacher nodded and went back to writing the lesson plan.

Huang Yuanrui cursed, “Nerd,” inwardly and continued pretending to organize the things on the desk.

After moving aside the open lesson plans and student assignments, she saw several sheets of paper pressed beneath the glass panel on the desk. Written on them were the phone numbers for teachers in different school offices, the group numbers for each grade’s chat group, and the group numbers for each class chat.

She raised her phone and took two photos of the papers.

After school, when the students had all left the classrooms, she slowly returned to the door of Class 4, Grade 1 and used her phone to take a picture of the class schedule posted on the door.

Using the same method, she also obtained the class schedule for Zhang Qiong’s son, Taotao.

She dug out a QQ account she had not used in years, changed the profile and nickname, switched the gender to male, and joined the Grade 1 QQ group. Her application reason was: “Parent of Siqi from Class 4, Grade 1.”

She had not expected the group to be so easy to join. She did not even know Siqi’s surname, yet she was admitted just like that.

Among the group members, she searched for “Siqi” and quickly found Zhang Qiong.

Zhang Qiong’s note was “Zhang Siqi’s Mom + a string of phone numbers.”

Back to the present. Today was Tuesday. Huang Yuanrui carefully looked over the class schedules. Zhang Qiong’s daughter had Chinese and PE in the afternoon. Her son had a little more on his schedule, with a class meeting and a self-study period as well.

This time, she had not prepared any frightening props to scare anyone.

She was going to find these two children in person and earnestly, patiently tell them, “Your gentle, beautiful mother is being the other woman. Behind your father’s back, she found herself a man six years younger than her-that is, my boyfriend.”

Children did not have strong judgment or resilience. They would definitely be shocked, and they would go home and tell their mother.

She very much looked forward to the awkward, panicked expression on Zhang Qiong’s face when she faced her children’s questioning.

Of course, this was only the first step.

After that, every few days, she would go tell the children some interesting stories about their mother. Then she would tell them there were lots of novel little things they had never seen before in their mother’s bedside drawer, and encourage them to rummage through it.

If they did not know what those things were, they could post them in the class group and ask the other children, or bring them to school and ask the teachers.

Just thinking about it, Huang Yuanrui could almost burst out laughing.

She put on a hat and mask, then suddenly remembered that today, she was not sneaking around to put things in a child’s backpack. She was going to find the children and have a “heart-to-heart” with them.

So she took off that outfit and changed into a floral dress. She pinned her hair up into a ladylike bun and carefully applied a pure, innocent no-makeup makeup look.

After all, children liked pretty, innocent older sisters. Words spoken by an older sister like that were bound to sound very credible.